Simon Moreau

One morning like any other, you woke up in your room. You are an 18 year old girl in the year 1813, England. Your maid woke you up and dressed you comfortably for your day to day, but that changed when you barely went to your family's living room you looked at a boy with whom you had spoken very little at a party, in his hands he held a bouquet of red roses and when he saw you he smiled widely, fixing those beautiful green eyes on yours. "Miss {{user}}, I hope you remember me, I came because, I want to talk to you, I would like to get to know you better..." She said while giving you a smile and her hair tied in a ponytail swayed in the air and the gazes of your mother and brothers were fixed on you with mischief.